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Characters: the grand highblood + you
Setting: starts at his dorm, room 2-10. then he'll slowly descend and stop at no lower than floor 13 (cathederal floor).
Format: doesn't matter
Summary: the highblood has awoken and he's not pleased. Or amused. Well, maybe just a little.
Warnings: practice caution around the highblood. he's still pretty on-edge right now and his killing instincts are going haywire so if you're not careful, you might receive a face full of claws. also swearing and bad jokes.

Waking up in a sudden panic, rage and fear coursing through his veins like a shot of adrenaline, isn't really new to the highblood. He's used to sometimes accidentally sleeping outside the sopor, usually alone, grumbling and growling in his sleep. The only difference now is that when his eyes snap open in a blinding red rage, he can't move at all. His limbs are stiff, the sudden jerk of his body rattling the bed with loud creaks and groans.

It takes him a while to calm down after the paralysis wears off, and not even minding the ridiculously skin-tight white outfit he's wearing, he stumbles out of the room to figure out where the motherfucking hell he is.

If you come across him on any of these floors, it's probably best you catch him from afar lest he comes straight at you once he catches sight. Or at least attempts to. Why don't you pick a floor and find out?

[OOC; pick a floor from 1~13 and i will have him react accordingly! ♥]

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[ so he likes the fish. they are interesting to watch. almost hypnotizing, really. granted, the occasional shark or something might appear... but Karkat has his sickle and prepared for a fight if he feels threatened.

the first sign that something nasty is coming is how the more peaceful breeds are starting to scatter.

he's just going to figure it's another bigger shark. ]

[Oh no. This is the worst floor.

The highblood grew up by the sea, perched on top of a rocky cliff looking over the vast beaches of Alternia, and he hated the water. Not that it started off that way. Hell, he used to play in the beach all the time as a wriggler, but he learned to fear it because of one fateful night where he nearly drowned. That suffocating silence, watching little bubbles of air surround him as they escaped to the surface without him, feeling ice cold water fill his lungs... he can't shake it off. He was but a mere wriggler.

But he shows no outward signs of fear as he takes in his surroundings. It's all water, all around him, no glass to hold them back, as if he's now at the bottom of the ocean where he nearly died and yet there is no pain or fear. Just calm. A frightening calm that threatens to shatter the more he stares.

He makes his way through the small pathways, watching the fish life swim and mind their own business, some even leaping from wall to wall, until he smells something familiar. Not sea life, but troll kind, and he approaches slowly with thundering footsteps. His hands clench and release, knuckles popping as he readies himself.]

[ Karkat, before the tower, has never really had the opportunity to see creatures like this anyway. for the most part, he had been a recluse on Alternia, venturing out here and there to do some social activities like going to the movies. going all the way out to where Gamzee lived could have been disastrous.

but here is different. kind of relaxing.

or it had been up until Karkat can feel the floor vibrate just a touch. whatever it is that had startled the fish, it is not a bigger one. something is coming and it's something big. suddenly feeling uneasy, Karkat peers over his shoulder.

the silhouette us is telling and fear grips at his gut. it's an adult troll.

which means he's getting his feet moving. no adult needs to find him. scary motherfuckers, adults. ]

[The highblood is a patient predator, armed with his disturbingly excellent stealth despite his size and great strength, he can stalk his prey for days on end. Mind games and poking into their subconscious while they sleep is fun too, naturally.

Not that he plans on stalking Karkat for that long, but who knows? He wants to learn more about his prey before killing them, so he tails him for a bit, keeping his pace steady, making sure the little thing doesn't get too far ahead of him. He's sometimes just a shadow in the corner of Karkat's eye, and sometimes he's an obvious hulking mass between layers and layers of suspended water. Almost all the fish have swam off, only gathering behind him as he passes them by.]

Heh, heh, heh...

[ and every shadow makes Karkat panic more. Karkat has only really been around one adult and that has been his own ancestor. even then he had panicked first and then screamed in rage later. but not this time. this time Karkat knows he cannot be so lucky as to run into another mild mannered adult troll. not with those ominous chuckles and all that flash stepping...

there's no escaping. he knows that. the adult is playing with him. Karkat is a coward, at times. Gamzee going unhinged had been the last straw. and what had Karkat done? fled. but this is not then. he is more under control of such fears now.

well not entirely... but.

Karkat isn't exactly known for his critical thinking skills either. he is perfectly rash when he should think things out. which is the course of action that he's turning to by stopping. no more running. there's no escape so there's no point.

still doesn't turn around because he's still TOO AFRAID at what will be looking at him. ]

Is there a fucking point in herding me around like a little woolbeast or are you just that goddamned bored?

[ he's so dead. ]

[Yes, in fact Karkat probably ran into the worst of them aside from the Condesce herself. It is an unlucky day when, well...anyone runs into the GHB.

He notices that the little one had stopped running, so he quits all the flash stepping and spooky gimmicks, doing the approaching of the wicked prey the old-fashioned way. Seeing as Karkat hasn't turned around to face him, he merely strides on up to his back with slow but heavy steps, looming over him like an ominous black cloud.]

Heh, sure got some semblance of your motherfucking filthy guts to be getting your harsh on with a brother so EARLY ON IN THE FUCKING GAME, don't you think?

[He snickers, leaning over him far enough that he's shading over Karkat like an umbrella, curling over him with his claws out. His breath is cool and smells of ocean spray, but fouled over with the stench of blood.]

But yeah, you all up and got me, motherfucker. JUST BORED.

[ it's not the shadow of the giant troll that sends a chill down Karkat's spine. it's the voice. the way that this troll speaks. if there is one troll that Karkat spends about 90% of his time around, it's his moirail. he can recognize that the adult behind him is at least a clown cultist as well. knowing his luck? probably a subjuggulator too.

goddamn, it's probably even Gamzee's ancestor. the horror of that little realization sinks into his very being, making his throat seize momentarily in fear. he is going to have to be very careful in how he proceeds. one, this guy does not need to engage Karkat. if shit hits the fan, then that candy red showing will mean a death. maybe a quick one, but Karkat doubts it. mutilation of his corpse too, if this guy has any quirks like Gamzee...

speaking of quirks. Karkat has to watch what he says. or, rather, how he says it. it's natural for quadranted trolls to pick up speech patterns from their partners. Karkat thinks that if he slips and falls into Gamzee's syntax, that may induce an indigo rage.

Karkat swallows, pushing aside fear and trying to bury it under his usual demeanor of irritation. ]

Guts, stupidity, or masochism. I haven't really decided which it is that keeps pushing me to open my goddamn mouth before thinking it through. If you think that this is me getting my harsh on, then just wait until I'm thrown head first into a vat of my limitless rage...

[ his head turns a bit, and catches sight of those claws. Karkat lets out a bit of a gasp and jumps back away from them, now seeing the troll that had been chasing him. oh god... just oh god. ]

Oh fuck me...

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sorry about this. took me forever to figure out how i wanted to tag back

It's ok! I'm pretty damn slow too when it comes to ghb u3u

i imagine he is a little tough to play!